Heir Of Rage Novels & Stories

“What did you say? Let me tell you one thing; I am the current leader. All the businesses owned by my grandfather are now mine. I order you to pay those wages now.” An evil energy felt forceful from Ernie's body; his eyes turned completely red, staring sharply at Andy. “Who do you think you are to command me recklessly!” “Do you know? I am the next ruler.” The energy of Soraka dominated through Andy's body; a clash of energy occurred, creating a tense atmosphere. The wind seemed to stop blowing, creating a hot temperature like in hell. A transparent wave of energy appeared, as if it would engulf anything in its path.

"I've handed everything over, Mr. Alex. Also, a high payment to Mr. Brandon, but unfortunately, that mechanic has been buried for a while." Alef's body grew even more tense. "And one more thing." This time, Sebastian moved. He approached the girl who was under tight security. She looked down, visibly trembling in his hands. Sebastian felt like he wanted to hug her tightly to alleviate the fear she held. "The main heir of Group Azure."

"I know you don't want this, and you don't know how proud I am, that you put our people above it, I tell you as a father and alpha, you are a worthy heir to the Noir." Axe didn't answer, he chewed his food almost choking on it, the look on his mother's and sister's faces-until now silent-must have been pure sorrow, the obvious sadness his progenitor gave off was evident, they knew he was holding himself and his wolf back, he always did that since he was little, when he didn't want to speak and give vent to his rage.

I am not weak" I snapped back at him in anger. "Really?" He muttered and folded his hands across his chest. "Yet you almost died because of the rejection" he mocked. Narek stood up and walked towards the window to stare out of it, "you have no idea how terrible it would have been if I did not offer you my blood. You would have been long gone if nothing had been in seeing that you survive this" he said and turned to me. "It's high time you start to accept who you truly are. Wolf or no wolf, you are still the heir of the Uren pack and so it's time you accept who you are"

The Rage reaches for her and I’m screaming but I can’t move, can’t protect her, can only push as my baby forces its way into a world that’s ending. Warriors throw themselves at the entity and are obliterated. Alistair shifts into his massive black wolf and charges. The freed children use what power they have left to create barriers that shatter instantly. Nothing works, nothing stops it. The Rage’s appendage is inches from Tempest when the baby crowns. The healer is shouting something about one more push and I push because what else can I do, and the baby slides into the world with a sound like reality sighing. A boy.

Before Her Heir. Sienna’s breath caught. “Her Heir,” she whispered. Harvey’s face paled. “No. No, Sienna, you don’t understand. It’s not just about the bloodline. It’s what you’re meant to do with it. You’re not just the heir... you are the one who will either break the curse or become its next victim.” Sienna looked at the journal again, her heart racing. The final words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: Her Heir. Her destiny had just been laid bare before her, and she had no idea how to stop the storm that was about to break.

He didn't waste a chance to snore like he was never in the mood to be with me, but that didn't flatter me. How can I be living under a man's shadow when my father left me an empire? It was ruled by Kade and his men, but deep down, the soil kept on calling my name. I had to fight and reclaim what's mine, but how do I handle it with Rage, especially being a hunter? “What are you thinking?” he asked, his eyes closed but his hands moving.

"Have the trackers from the Ashgrove border returned? It's my ascension night. If the pack elders discover that the true-blood male heir our family dumped in the rogue lands is still breathing, the council will strip our territory rights." Mirelle reaches out, smoothing the thick fur on Tahlia's shoulder with a cold, clawed finger. "Silence is the only report we need. The silver-tipped blades of the Raiders don't leave survivors. Even if that weakling survived the Blacktide Waters, he’s been feral for ten winters. What can a broken country omega do against a fortified manor?" "I almost wish he would crawl back," Tahlia whispers, a vicious glint entering her golden eyes. "Just so the elders c

was a dream they could never keep. Rage lowered his rifle, his shoulders slumping for the first time in years. He looked at the girl, a living shadow of his own past, and then at the dark, snow-covered horizon. "Phase Three," Rage whispered. The war for the legacy wasn't just about their children. It was about the sins of the fathers coming back to reclaim the world.

The cool satisfaction of a man who believes everything is proceeding exactly as planned. I raised my glass in return, my smile flawless. I hope you can still smile like this, Dominic. Three days from now. When your heir is gone— and you finally understand what it cost you to underestimate me.